Jess P.O.V

We all walked down the corridor to the cafeteria, from the perspective of others we must of looked like freaks. Gerard, the guy with bright red hair, Frank, the overly exited short one, and me, the one who used to have friends. But who needs friends when you have freaks! The thought made me laugh.

"what's so funny?" Frank nudged me.

"Oh nothing really, just remembering something." I lied

We walked into the Cafeteria greeted by the odd stair, but I had learned to ignore them, as we queued up I looked over the foods that were on offer, a bacon roll, a slice of greasy pizza and, a spicy jalapeño sandwich, I loved spicy foods and added the sandwich along with a drink to my tray. I looked at Gerard's tray next to mine and noticed he hadn't put anything on it on purpose, I knew he was hungry, he just didn't want to eat anything because he thought it would make him fat. Grabbing a slice of pizza and two salads I added the pizza and salad to his plate and the one of the salads on mine then we went to find a seat.

"I'm not fucking hungry, why'd you put food on my plate!" Gerard complained

"shut up and eat the damn food" I nagged

"yeah eat your greens" Frank laughed

We all sat down to enjoy our food and I took one bite of my spicy sandwich. I could feel my stomach going crazy swirling around, it felt like a mini storm in my belly. I clenched my stomach and moaned. I could feel the sick rushing up my throat. I had no time to go to the toilet so I Grabbed Gerard's hand and ran to the drain outside. I hurled down the drain and felt horrible, not only was I already throwing up, but The majority of kids sat outside and were most probably watching, fuck.

When I was done Gerard patted my back and handed me a tissue.

"You alright? Is this supposed to happen? Maybe we should go to the nurse and get you checked out"

"Yes it's normal for this to happen" I coughed " but not to a sixteen year old girl" I could feel myself welling up. "Gerard I don't want to go through with this! I don't want to anymore!" I practically shouted.

"look, I know it's hard for you but may-" he started

"you don't know, how would you, you have no idea how this feels. And you never fucking will!" I ran off into the building and felt like I was a bit over dramatic. I know this is overwhelming, but I did feel like a character in a film just shouting at Gerard then running off like that. But I didn't stop running, I ran up the stairs and into the art room. I don't actually like art, but the paintings and pictures always take my mind off things.

I walked around the room glancing at different paintings and wondering what they meant. They were all so detailed, none like the other. Every single painting was different. I ran my hand along a picture, when I looked at the piece I could see a sort of story. The picture had a four different people, well they could have been people, but none of them had any features, there faces were blacked out and smudged. They were each wearing a different colour, one in blue the other in red and the other too in yellow and green. When I looked closer I could see they were running, in the distance was a car driving down the road. The car was engulfed in light, a white light surrounded the car, the setting was a Barron desert with tumble weed flying across the scene. I guessed the four people were running away from the car. To a better place, away from the desert, and away from the light.

I looked down at the signature but that was blurry and I couldn't make out a name. But I could guess who created this...

Notes

Oh no! She's upset :(

nice picture though ;)